†• the silent abbey of tri tran •†
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tri n tran
The beeps of the heart monitor woke me up,
I, a poet , losing my words;
Quils resting alone without papers,
My heart, in atrial fibrelation.
Darkness, a lurling monster,
Seeking his last bite of my dying flesh,
I, a poet, tasting the final moment of life.
The drips of I.V flip flop endlessly,
A melody, created before I say farewell;
My eyes, aglow, two lonely rubies,longing to see the night glimmer.
I, a poet, strolling home to my father's hamlet.
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